Conversational

She walks into her room and suddenly I recognise her. Blonde with a strawberry hue, and heavily rimmed black eyes dressed her on the outside. With an unassuming presence she sits herself down beside me. I had never really talked to her other than our karaoke sessions a couple of times in her dorm room. I remembered them to reek of sacharine plasticity and stale vitality, just like her personality. Now stuck outside the shrink's office, I am forced to make yet another round of plastic conversation.

"How are you" says she.

"Not too well" I replied.

"I miss the karaoke sessions we had together" she replied

"Me too", and I knew I told a lie.